Why stop now?

The room was hazy with the smoke from Mike’s cigarette, the fumes mingling with the stench of sex and whiskey. Oliver didn’t notice, but Mike had produced a pack of wetwipes to clean off his cock from Oliver’s ass and sitting in a chair beckoned Carlos over. Cigarette in one hand, the last of this whiskey in the other, Mike wordlessly motioned Carlos to suck him while he enjoyed the show Oliver and Simon put on. Oliver didn’t see Carlos gleefully obey his bear of a boss and didn’t notice the enthusiastic slurping.

Oliver was too lost in Simon’s perfect body, pulling back from the kiss to lie back down on the desk and present his cum filled ass to his partner. “I need you back inside me Si, please…” Oliver could barely hear his own voice, but it was enough for Simon. Oliver moaned as he was once again filled with cock, and Simon began to fuck him again, lubricated by Mike’s cum. It was far gentler than the rough fuck he’d just gotten from his boss, Oliver bucking his hips back into Simon’s far **** thrusts. “Olle my darling, I’m so glad you finally saw the light. You became the slut I always knew you could be, that you were all along.” Oliver had no retort to Simon’s words, he absolutely was a slut, and he was loving every second of it.

A loud crack finally drew Oliver’s attention. Based on the thin trickle of cum hanging on Carlos’ lips, it looks like Mike had cum again and sent the twink off with a slap on the ass. Carlos sauntered over, his tan face flushed and smiling. Without a word, he hopped on the desk and placed himself into a 69 with Oliver, engulfing Oliver’s shaft and dangling his own half hard cock to Oliver’s face. Simon chortled, “what did I say, a perfect little slut!” As he took Carlos in his mouth, Oliver wasn’t sure who Simon had been addressing.

Rather than worry about it, Oliver focused on the shaft in his mouth. The smallest in the room, Carlos’ cock was still enough to fill his mouth nicely. Oliver knew he was the weakest link, his battered body subjected to a combination blowjob and assfucking, there was no way he could hold out for long. Simon picked up his pace, as if reading Oliver’s mind and resolving to fuck him into a quivering mess. Carlos’ mouth was inhumanly perfect, applying the perfect pressure and speed with practiced ease. Oliver tried his best to match the barbacks efforts, using his arms to lift Carlos’ light frame up and down, plunging the smaller man’s cock into his throat. On one lift, Oliver felt pinpricks behind his eyes as he came without warning. His arms buckled and he dropped the full length of Carlos’ cock down his throat and pressed him there, feeling the cum shoot straight down his throat as Carlos joined him in climax, the smaller man’s cock deep in his airway. Simon kept thrusting a few moments longer before adding his own release to join Mike’s cum deep inside of Oliver. Finally sated, the trio fell apart, sitting down on the floor. Oliver rested his head on Simon’s shoulder as Carlos slid down and placed his head on Oliver’s lap.

Mike stood from the chair, a fresh cigarette dangling from his lips, and began to clap. “You three fucking sluts are the best goddamn crew I ever hired for this dive. Take a minute and then clean up, you’re all working tomorrow.” The exhausted employees groaned, Oliver and Simon jointly raising middle fingers. “Fuck you Mikey” Simon cursed, half joking. Mike let loose one last roar of laughter as he teased back “the two of them were great fucks Simon, but I’m taking your ass next time.”